Although I'Ve Gotten a Bit Wiser
Although I've Gotten a Bit Wiser
There is of course the ruin of the old,
when the dead pass through them
like dreams or shadows, darkly
and without purpose-
drinking wine and prune juice they
forget the dead in a hideous chair
outside the GS supermarket.
How do I forget the dead?
How do I forget myself?
... and then, as if by magic,
reason prevails...
although, I've gotten a Budweiser.
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